Typosgraphy

(Listen)

Seeing as though I'm no longer volatile
It's no longer feasible to bring up the dead
Riding on a high balloon over marshes of standing water
That only a few know how to stride
We always wait until it's done
We always blame the times that pass
We always fall to the ground
And suck on the soles of the elders
I no longer feel the need to
I no longer stand in my catatonic corner
I'll take all the evidence and markers
And create a new kind of crime scene

And I'm
Gonna gonna gonna gonna wash it all away
Gonna gonna gonna gonna rain on their parade
Gonna take the blood from the throats of the artifacts
Slash them a new one, and paint the town red

It was this way all along
No more too fucking bad now it's our goddamn song

This is an
Autograph for an epitaph
Autograph for an epitaph
Autograph for an epitaph
On a newly made granite slate
Autograph for an epitaph
Autograph for an epitaph
Autograph for an epitaph
If so then cut out the foreplay and put us away

There is no ground to stand on . . .

ASCAP (2007)